Even so, Luke was still able to earn a hundred experience and credit points in two to three hours at night.
These experience and credit points mainly came from Harlem, which had a lot of problems with law and order.
It didn't have the nickname "Hell's Kitchen" in Clinton, but in fact, there were just as many petty thefts, robberies, and fights.
Over the past few days, Luke had been in the mood to hunt wild monsters when he went out at night, and would definitely come here.
A hundred experience and credit points a night wasn't a lot, but if he came here every day, he could earn at least three to four thousand experience and credit points a month, which wasn't a small sum.
More importantly, the experience and credit points were endless.
He couldn't seriously injure all the hooligans because of these small scuffles.
It was just like how an ordinary person couldn't slap someone for running a red light. It wasn't to that extent.
Over the next few days, a new urban horror legend began to spread in Harlem.
Many hooligans said that they had seen a ghost at night, and that the ghost was on the side of justice who knocked them out when they were stealing or robbing.
Every time, they would wake up a few minutes later with a slight headache and dizziness, but they weren't injured. It was as if they had been possessed by a ghost.
Of course, those people actually had red dots on their heads from being hit by small steel balls.
But because of their skin color and personal hygiene, these people didn't notice the red dots, which made it seem even more like a ghost story.
Luke wasn't sure about this, mainly because the rumor was too low-level, and even Little Snail hadn't collected it.
That night, he strolled around Harlem as usual. As the car drove past a side street, he frowned and looked at the fake phone on the dashboard, which was showing the footage from the external surveillance device.
After adjusting the camera, he saw a person sitting on the fire escape staircase on the third floor. He was holding a huge professional camera in his hand and was snapping away.
What Luke hated the most was being photographed, so he didn't like people making "kacha kacha" sounds around him.
The surveillance program was also very sensitive to people who were secretly filming, which was why he had discovered this person.
Also, this was New York after eight o 'clock on a winter night.
There weren't any streetlights on this street, and an ordinary camera wouldn't be able to capture anything without a flash.
A professional paparazzi? His frown deepened.
He parked the car in an alley not far away, and his expression changed. He put on his backpack and walked into the apartment building.
At this moment, the man on the third floor put down the camera in his hand, picked up the vodka on the iron staircase beside him, and took a big gulp.
Looking at the second floor opposite, a black man seemed to be thinking about something by the window until he was embraced by a hot black girl with only a few strands of clothing.
She couldn't help but pick up the wine again and take another big gulp.
"So, this is your main profession." A faint voice suddenly sounded not far from her head.
She, who was drinking, spat out the wine in her mouth. At the same time, she quickly looked up and saw a figure wearing a grayish-black hoodie walking down the fire escape from the upper floor.
She raised her hand and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. She narrowed her eyes and looked at this person. Recalling that familiar voice, her expression changed. "It's you?"
Luke walked down and slightly lifted his hood so that she could see most of his face. "Miss Jones, long time no see. You're still as professional as ever."
Jessica Jones subconsciously looked at the camera and the bottle next to her, and was suddenly a little flustered. "H-how did you find me?"
Luke walked down and sat down on the stairs next to her. He looked in the direction she had been looking in earlier. "I was just passing by, but I noticed someone on the third floor with a professional camera. You must know how dangerous my job is, and I thought you were secretly taking pictures of me. "
He paused for a moment and gestured at the person across the street with a mocking expression. "I didn't expect you to take on such" traditional "work."
In the room on the second floor diagonally across the street, the black man and woman were already leaning against each other intimately.
Jessica opened her mouth. "… If you say so, then so be it."
Luke shrugged and took out a bag from his backpack for her. "Don't just drink. Have some snacks. Otherwise, your job will be so boring. "
Looking at the Chinese characters on the package, Jessica was at a loss. "What's this?"
"Squid," Luke said. "If you don't like it, this is fine too."
As he spoke, he took out another bag from his backpack and gave it to her.
Jessica looked at the bag, which still had Chinese characters on it. "What's this?"
Luke said, "Spicy sticks. I eat them for fun when I'm bored, like … spicy fries? "
As he spoke, he took out a lollipop and was about to put it in his mouth, when he suddenly turned around and looked at her. "Do you still like lollipops?"
In less than a second, Jessica had a third item in her hand.
After hesitating for a moment, she still chose the squid and put one in her mouth.
It wasn't delicious, but it didn't taste bad either. After she took another mouthful of vodka, it was okay.
"Don't you want to talk about your job?" Luke asked as he pointed at the camera that she had put on the other side with the lollipop.
Jessica's hand paused, but she couldn't help but say, "Actually, it's not really a job."
"Huh?" Luke was puzzled.
Jessica said, "It's … a private matter."
Looking at the tall and strong black man in front of him, Luke asked, "You have a crush on him? But you don't have to secretly film a couple's private life. "
Jessica glared at him angrily, but she couldn't help but say, "That's not his girlfriend. She's a married woman."
Luke: "… So, it's still business?"
Jessica sighed and suddenly felt the urge to tell him everything that had troubled her in the past.
After hesitating for a long time, she gave up on the idea and asked, "Why do I dream less at night after talking to you last time?"
Of course Luke knew what she was referring to.
It was nothing more than a combination of Mental Communication and Basic Hypnosis. He had also used the overflow of power when his Mental Strength broke through to 40 to brainwash her.
Although it wouldn't cure the root of the problem, it would alleviate her mental problems in the short term.
Luke had run over to observe the mental state of this test subject and evaluate the effect of his previous treatment.
Also, he had learned Kilgrave's Elementary Pheromone Control.
But he wasn't Kilgrave. Whether it was in terms of money or looks, he had the capital to pick up girls.
This ability was only used as a tool to handle cases.
At most, he would only release it on other women to make them have a good impression of him. He was very cautious when using it.
Jessica herself was a victim of this ability, so what if he used this ability to heal her psychological trauma?
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